A familiar gong sounded and echoed through out the SmackDown arena. Fog rose from the ground, and lighting struck the stage. As the familiar chorus rose in haunting song, the Demon of Death Valley slowly walked into the view of the thousands.

He looked around for a brief instant, he's greyish brown eyes surveying the masses. Not many creatures of the night remained. In their place were cults of personality and nations dressed in green.

Continuing to lumber his way to the squared circle, he could hear people still cheering, but not as they had done before. Reaching the ring and climbing inside, he raised his arms to bring back the light, his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

He removed his hood, and faced the people with little expression. So many Cena, Punk, and Bryan fans. He could still see, however, a few R.I.P. And 3:16 signs. It made him slightly smile...slightly.

He raised a microphone up to his face, and began to speak.

"For 22 years, I have terrorized the WWE universe, and all the superstars who ever stepped into the ring with me." He growled. "My undefeated streak at Wrestlemania is a symbol of my power and invincibility. And not one of the 20 matches I had could end my career. But two men came awfully close. And those two men, I set down just like the rest. If there is someone who could possibly stop me, I want to face them."

He started to hear "Let's go, Cena!", "Let's go Punk!" chants come from the crowd. He expected that. Those two were very popular. He brought the mic back up and said, "I await a challenge."

He bowed his shaved head, and stood in the center of the ring...waiting.

Backstage, many superstars watched anxiously, waiting to see who would go and face the Phenom. CM Punk and John Cena watched from the same locker room. Both men looked at each other, compitition rising in their eyes.

"John," Punk started. "let's make it clear right now. You aren't what you used to be. I'm now a very popular man, and with the WWE Universe behind me, I know I can end the streak. So I'll go out, and you watch, ok?"

With that, he began to walk out of the room to the ring, but Cena stepped in front of him.

"Hey, man, I know, not so sure about you, that you can't be the best just by being popular." He said. "I've been here a bit longer than you, I have more experience. Don't go out there and hurt yourself. Because, as funny as that would be, it ain't good for business, bro."

The two men stared at each other for a long time, intensity burning in both of their eyes. "Step aside, Johnny boy." Punk snarled.

"Make me, Punk." Cena retorted.

"Gladly."

And with that, Punk lifted Cena on his shoulders and peformed the G.T.S., knocking Cena out cold. He stood over Cena, smiling for a few moments, knowing he had just done a great thing for his career. Then, he contiued on his self-proclaimed mission.

Undertaker hadn't moved since his challenged the locker room. But just as he was about to move, CM Punk's music hit, and he smiled knowing it would've been him. Punk walked out of the Gorilla Position and yelled out "It's clobberin' time!" before walking down to the ring. Undertaker stood silently and let Punk finish his entrance. Too many superstars interfered with other superstars' entrances nowadays.

The second city saint then turned his attention to the Deadman.

"So, Undertaker, I heard you wanted a challenge for Wrestlemania." He said. "Well look no further, because I'm the man who will give you the match of your life."

The Phenom only stared coldly into the eyes of CM Punk. "Something tells me...you aren't the only one..."

Punk looked confused for a second, but that confusion was quickly replaced by anger when John Cena's music hit and fangirls went wild.

Cena ran out to the ring and began to attack Punk. The two began to duke it out in the center of the ring, Undertaker backing away slowly to the corner, his expression never chnaging.

Cena irish whipped Punk into the ropes, but when he bounced back, he kneed Cena in the face, causing the Cenation Leader to fall to one knee, clutching his face.

Punk set him up for the G.T.S. Once again, but Cena escaped it, and put him in position for the Attitude Adjustment. Punk however escaped that as well. The two ran to the opposite sides of the ring, bouncing off the ropes, and both ended up clothslining each other. The two men hit the mat, and quickly got up again. They locked arms and pushed against each other. Cena then pushed Punk into the turnbuckle, and charged for him. Punk ducked out of the way, and Cena rammed his shoulder into the ring post.

As he tried to recover, Punk once again set him up for the G.T.S., this time hitting it succesfully, driving his knee onto Cena's face. Cena did not get up again.

Punk breathed hard, and smiled, red-faced. As he turned around, he once again came face to face with Undertaker, and his smile quickly faded.

They stared at each other for a while, Undertaker not even blinking. Punk however, was finding it hard to hold his gaze.

Before anyone said anything, Mr. McMahon's music started playing. Undertaker and Punk both slowly turned to the stage as McMahon came out, strutting his unique walk.

"Well, we seem to have ourselves a situation here, huh boys?" He said in his raspy voice.

Neither man moved our spoke, so McMahon continued. "Since both Punk and Cena want to face you, Undertaker, why don't we have a match tonight to determine who will face you at Wrestlemania. With you, Undertaker, as the guest referee!"

The crowd went wild, and Undertaker didn't move. Punk seemed to be reconsidering what he had done. McMahon walked out, and Undertaker began to leave. Before he did though, he looked at Punk, rolled his eyes into the back of his head, and made his signiture slit throat gesture. Then his music hit, and he started to walk up the ramp, leaving Punk standing over a still K.O'd Cena nervously.